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October 6th, 1972
Sloane House Y–
and this morning chock-full-o’-nuts–
a quiet overcast return to a month ago.
Last night when I got off work– Mr. Ira was waiting for me. this is the third time he’s shown up like this– usually, my ire (a?) is delayed. When I get to thinking about it later I decide that I don’t like him doing that– but always at the time I’m just a little bit glad to see him–
I’m going to D.C. tonight– after work, I’m going to rush over to A&J’s and throw as many clothes as I can into my suitcase– I’ll get all my “objects” in a bag or something– and try to get out of there as soon as possible.
Here’s what happened– last night I was going back to get clothes to wear today– and I ran into Frank on the sidewalk. I told him I was moving out– and smashed on the Scotch Ira and I had been drinking. I told him that the reason I was leaving was Jesi. I got very cutting and vicious and told him that Jesi was the main problem between him and Angela, too. Oh Lord, what have I done.